I have deep velvety, fragile tenderness to offer, to give to the one I love with all my heart. 
I'm stripped on a porcelain platter, exposed to your vision, wrapped with a special touch of loving that I've saved for only one man. 
How was I supposed to know you read me upside down when you turned me inside out
Shook me softly all night long, whispered sweet somethings in my ear with your honeyed breath
So if you cannot speak when I frost you hot, if you cannot moan with your eyes on fire, or if you just want to feel your way without my road map...
Then teach me how to do sign, speak to me with the accent, stir me, don't shake
And forget the straw, I like lip service...given slow and easy